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POEMS  AND  VERSES 
BY  CAROL  NORTON 


AUTHOR   OF 

"WOMAN'S    CAUSE"   AND    "THE 
NEW    WORLD." 


YE   SHALL   KNOW  THE   TRUTH,  AND   THE 
TRUTH  SHALL  MAKE  You  FREE. — JESUS. 


PUBLISHERS 

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Copyright,  1901,  by 
CAROL  NORTON 


ALL   RIGHTS 

RESERVED 


TO 

CHARLES  CARROLL  NORTON 

AND 

MARY  WADSWORTH  NORTON 

MY  FATHER  AND  MOTHER 
WHO  HAVE  ENTERED 
THE  IMMORTAL  LIFE 

THIS  VOLUME 
IS  FAITHFULLY  AND  LOVINGLY  DEDICATED 


SJ191878 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS 

A  Song  of  Life 1-2 

Peace 3 

Down  Through  the  Ages 4-5 

Out  of  the  False  Into  the  True 6-7 

The  Radiant  Cross 8 

Truth's  Dwelling-Place 9 

The  Eternal  Hope 10-11 

Ascension 12 

The  Eternal  God 13'M 

A  Prayer 15 

Answered  Prayer 16 

Real  Glory 17 

Friendship 18 

Love's  Nobility 19 

Security 20 

Fear  Not,  Trust,  and  Be  Undismayed 21 

Be  Fearless 22 

On  the  Heights 23 

Evening  Communion 24 

One  Love 25 

Hearts  that  Are  Pure 26 

I  Wait  Thy  Time 27 

Sing  Ye  a  Glad  Song 28 

The  Might  of  Right 29 

There  Remaineth  a  Sabbath  Rest 30-31 

The  End  is  Light 32-33 

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MOTIF 


MOTIF 

Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers, 

Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ! 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 

And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

Life  is  real !     Life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

HENRY  WADSWORTH  LONGFELLOW. 


THERE  is  but  one  word  to  be  spoken  to-day, 
and  that  word  is  Life — Eternal  Life  ;  Life  sur 
viving  all  changes  ;  Life  persisting  through  all  that 
seems  to  overwhelm  it  ;  Life  victorious  over  death; 
Life  that  makes  real  death  impossible  to  our 
thoughts  ! 

Not  Resurrection,  but  Life,  is  the  word  spoken 
to  the  soul,  and  from  the  soul.  Life  unbroken, 
continuous,  uninterrupted — not  waiting  for  some 
distant  resurrection  day  and  an  awakening  at  some 
trumpet's  sound,  but  life  going  on,  passing  un 
changed  to  new  conditions  ;  the  life  that  begins 
here  with  the  first  spiritual  thought,  spiritual  feel 
ing,  and  spiritual  experience  ;  that  inner  life  of 
thought,  and  feeling,  and  experience  of  things  that 


do  not  belong  to  the  body  and  are  not  concerned 
in  its  life  ;  the  inner,  invisible,  spiritual  life  of  ideas 
and  principles,  and  lofty  reverences  and  enduring 
affections  for  that  which  is  invisible  and  enduring 
in  man  ;  those  secret,  unprovable  convictions  and 
assurances  of  the  soul — the  truths  which  shine  by 
their  own  light  and  are  revealed  to  us  in  the  high 
est  and  deepest  moments  and  experiences. 

The  word  that  I  bring  you  to-day,  then,  is  this, 
that  the  soul  knows  nothing  of  death — cannot 
conceive  of  it.  That  to  all  doubts  and  questions 
of  the  understanding  it  returns  only  the  affirmations 
of  its  experience  and  inmost  sense  of  immortality. 

SAMUEL  LONGFELLOW. 


XI 


A  SONG  OF  LIFE 

O  WAKING  earth,  thy  story  tell  ! 
O  bear  to  men  thy  song  of  joy  ! 
Let  thy  full  life  be  death's  sure  knell ; 
Give  trust  and  peace  without  alloy. 
To  all  who  sit  within  the  gloom, 
To  all  who  linger  by  the  tomb, 
Shed  thou  upon  them  Life's  full  bloom — 
Shout  immortality  ! 

O  singing  birds,  thy  message  bear  ! 

O  sing  to  all  thy  story  sweet  ! 
Let  thy  glad  flights,  from  regions  fair, 

Be  harbingers  of  Love's  swift  feet. 
To  all  who,  silent,  suffer  wrong, 
To  all  who  know  ho  Easter  dawn, 
Sing  thou  to  them  of  endless  morn — 
Chant  immortality  ! 

O  shining  stars,  shed  glory  bright  ! 

O  send  to  earth  a  fuller  praise  ! 
Let  thy  infinitude  of  light 

Be  as  the  notes  that  seraphs  raise. 
To  hearts  that  bend  beneath  life's  cross, 
To  hopes  that  suffer  daily  loss, 
Shed  thy  pure  rays,  that  know  no  dross — 
Chant  immortality  ! 


O  earth  that  blooms,  and  birds  that  sing, 

O  stars  that  shine  when  all  is  dark  ! 
In  type  and  symbol  thou  dost  bring 

The  Life  Divine  and  bid  us  hark 
That  we  may  catch  the  chant  sublime, 
And,  rising,  pass  the  bounds  of  time  : 
So  shall  we  win  the  goal  divine, 
Our  immortality  ! 


PEACE 

Great   Peace   have  they  which  love  Thy   Law  :   and 
nothing  shall  offend  them. — PSALM   119:165. 

PEACE  is  the  song  of  evening  birds  ; 
Peace  is  the  rhythm  of  lowing  herds  ; 
The  sylvan  dell  of  hope  made  bright ; 
The  altar-fire  of  Heaven's  light. 

Peace  is  the  joy  of  deepest  thought ; 
The  soul  of  Life,  by  ages  sought  ; 
The  tranquil  of  the  heart's  repose  ; 
The  fragrance  of  the  opening  rose. 

Peace  is  the  fruit  of  conquered  sin  ; 
The  Spirit's  flame  that  burns  within ; 
The  reign  of  Love  within  the  mind  ; 
The  joy  that  comes  of  sense  resigned. 

Peace  is  the  rest  for  which  we  long  ; 
The  vesper-hymn  of  Love's  pure  song  ; 
The  rest  that  comes  when  day  is  done  ; 
The  gloaming  of  the  setting  sun. 

Peace  is  the  calm  of  stillest  night ; 
The  stream  of  life  in  noiseless  flight ; 
The  stream  that  ever  Godward  runs, 
Tracing  its  course  o'er  suns  and  suns. 

Peace  is  the  calm  of  holy  thought ; 

The  song  of  Christ  by  angels  brought ; 

The  grand  Amen  by  Spirit  said  ; 

The  crown  of  Christ  upon  the  head.  3 


DOWN   THROUGH   THE   AGES 

DOWN  through  the  ages  shone  a  Light, 
In  ever-widening  ray  ; 
A  Light  first  dazzling  to  the  sight 
As  sun  at  noon  of  day 

To  eyes  long  dimmed  by  night. 

The  Prophets  felt,  but  could  not  see, 

At  once  its  glorious  mystery  ; 
But  slowly  upward  rose  their  thought 

Till  Truth,  with  heavenly  beauty  fraught. 
Burst  full  upon  their  view. 

This  Light  for  all  men  came  to  earth, 
For  long  had  darkness  reigned  ; 

It  ushered  in,  through  virgin  birth, 
The  Truth,  by  Prophets  named 
The  Christ,  Im-man-u-el. 

To  human  sense,  as  babe  it  came, 

Cradled  in  manger  low  ; 
Yet  meant  to  earth  to  be  the  name 

By  which  all  men  should  know 
Their  heavenly  heritage. 


O  Christ,  through  Thee  we  see  the  Light, 

And  rise  in  recognition 
Of  its  pure  rays,  in  which  shine  bright 

The  glory  and  fruition 

Of  all  that  leads  to  Good. 

Thus  our  eternal  Gospel 

Shall  open  Heaven's  door  ; 
We  will  sing  the  hallelujahs 

Bethlehem  Shepherds  sung  of  yore. 
' '  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  man. 

Glory  !    Glory  in  the  highest  ! 
Know  that  Christ,  the  Truth,  is  here, 
And  shall  reign  forevermore. 


OUT  OF  THE  FALSE  INTO  THE 
TRUE 


OUT  of  the  discord  of  evil 
Into  the  peace  of  God's  love  ; 
Out  of  the  false  and  the  seeming 
Into  true  joy  from  above. 

Out  of  all  earth-fogs  and  sorrows 
Into  the  light  of  Love's  face  ; 

Out  of  all  sickness  and  yearning 

Into  true  health,  strength  and  grace. 

Out  from  all  malice  and  hatred 
Into  affection  God-crowned  ; 

Out  from  the  world  with  its  glitter 
Into  the  bliss  newly  found. 

Out  of  the  shadow  of  matter 

Into  the  radiant  Mind  ; 
Out  from  the  promptings  of  error 

Into  the  rest  pure  hearts  find. 

Out  from  the  senses'  blind  thraldom 
Into  the  light  of  God's  Day  ; 

Out  of  mortality's  selfhood 
Into  the  one  perfect  Way. 


Thus,  mounting  daily,  we  conquer 
All  that  would  stand  in  our  way  : 

Learn  the  great  lesson  of  meekness, 
And  enter  the  eternal  day. 

Know  that  the  Father  is  waiting, 

Ready  to  welcome  His  own  ; 
Hear  the  glad  voices  of  angels, 

Reap  the  good  seed  we  have  sown. 

Thus  living  as  taught  by  the  Master, 
We  enter  our  heaven  on  earth  ; 

And  our  lives  bear  the  fruit  of  the  Spirit 
That  hallowed  our  loved  Saviour's  birth. 


THE   RADIANT   CROSS 

/^SOMETIMES  gleams  upon  our  path, 
V-/ Through  clouds  of  sense, 
Love's  aftermath  ; 

And  then  we  see,  through  earth-clouds  dense, 

The  glory  of  Omnipotence. 
There  sometimes  breaks  upon  our  sight, 

Through  tears  of  grief, 
The  heavenly  light ; 

'Tis  then  from  care  we  gain  relief, 

And  find  the  Spirit's  golden  sheaf. 
And  sometimes  gleams  through  seeming  loss, 

Through  shadows  dim, 
A  pure-white  cross. 

And  as  we  look  we  think  of  Him 

Whose  life  was  Love's  perennial  hymn. 

And  shall  complaint  our  lips  proclaim, 
When  we  recall 

His  life's  pure  aim? 

How  from  the  depths  of  error' s  thrall 
He  taught  the  Way,  with  love  won  all  ? 

Oh  !  never  can  we  reach  Love's  Heaven 
Till  every  thought 

To  God  is  given. 

And  then  we  know  what  power  wrought 
The  deeds  of  Christ,  and  Heaven  brought. 

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TRUTH'S    DWELLING-PLACE 

NOT  amidst  the  din  of  life 
Doth  the  heart  its  Saviour  know 
Not  to  those  of  earthly  strife 
Comes  the  Spirit's  after-glow. 

Not  to  men  to  error  wed 

Come  the  riches  of  His  love  ; 

Not  to  minds  by  dogma  led 
Falls  the  Freedom  from  above. 

But  to  him  who  conquers  sin 

Comes  the  fruit  of  righteousness  ; 

And  the  pure  do  Heaven  win, 
With  its  joy  and  blessedness. 

In  the  silence  deep  of  thought 
Lives  the  substance  of  all  prayer  ; 

And  no  hope  can  come  to  naught 
If  our  pure  trust  leave  it  there. 

Deep  within  the  Holy  Place 

Dwells  the  White  Christ  evermore  ; 
And  the  beauty  of  His  face 

I  would  seek,  and  then  adore. 


THE   ETERNAL    HOPE 

THERE  lives  within  the  heart  of  man 
An  inward  monitor  and  guide 
Which  ever  rules  ;  and,  as  a  fan, 

Removes  the  things  of  sense  that  hide 
From  man  the  eternal  day. 

There  lives  within  the  thought  of  man 
An  inborn  trust  that  time  and  sense 

Can  never  shake,  or  hope  to  span  ; 

Through  it  encircling  earth-clouds  dense 
Are  lost,  and  light  flows  in. 

There  lives  within  the  soul  of  man 

A  hope  eternal  as  the  hills, 
Which  ever  has,  since  time  began, 

Been  voicing  that  the  Father  wills 
That  all  men  come  to  Him. 

There  lives  within  the  will  of  man 
A  Fountain  deep  of  purest  Love  ; 

A  Spring  whose  flowing  ne'er  began, 
For  strong  it  flows,  from  Love  above, 
To  man,  whose  Life  it  is. 


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Ye  ask  the  nature  of  this  Guide  ? 

The  import  of  this  Trust  and  Peace  ? 
And  what  the  truths  this  Hope  decide  ? 

Or  if,  in  time,  this  Love  shall  cease  ? 
This  Fountain  stop  its  flow  ? 

The  nature  of  this  Guide — thy  God. 

This  restful  Trust 'and  Peace — His  Love. 
The  Truth  of  Hope— Christ's  word,  thy  rod. 

This  Spring — Immortal  Life  above. 
The  Eternal  Hope  is  thine. 


XI 


ASCENSION 

ONE  by  one,  pure  thoughts  and  holy 
Lift  us  out  of  self  and  sin  ; 
One  by  one,  bright  gleams  of  glory 
Show  the  goal  we  all  would  win. 

One  by  one,  our  trusts  are  strengthened, 
As  our  lives  to  God  we  give  ; 

One  by  one,  our  days  are  lengthened, 
As  in  Love  we  move  and  live. 

One  by  one,  our  aims  grow  purer 
As  our  deeds  reflect  our  God  ; 

One  by  one,  our  songs  are  clearer 
As  we  rise  above  the  clod. 

One  by  one,  the  years  move  onward 
To  the  time  of  Prophets  told  ; 

One  by  one,  their  words  float  homeward, 
Singing  of  one  Lord,  one  fold. 

Then,  within  Love's  everpresence, 
We  shall  live  arrayed  in  white  ; 

Know  in  full  that  great  Effulgence 
Which  men  call  The  Infinite  ; 

Know  the  mysteries  of  His  Kingdom, 
Hear  the  chants  of  Spirit  sung  ; 

Be  at  one  with  that  great  Wisdom 
From  which  all  creation  sprung. 

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THE  ETERNAL  GOD 

OTHOU  who  art  all  in  Unity, 
May  we  Thy  creatures  be  ; 
Like  Thee,  one  in  diversity, 
Yet  one  as  born  of  Thee. 
From  Thee  the  whole  creation  springs  ; 
Of  Thee,  and  in  Thy  Mind,  it  lives. 
All  things  are  thoughts,  in  substance  Mind, 
Their  nature,  like  Thine  own,  divine, 
Their  Being — immortality. 

Thou  art  from  time  the  only  God 
To  all  that  moves — the  Over-Soul. 
Greater  than  person,  Thou  art  all — 
As  Mind  Divine,  all  space  embracing. 
In  Thy  great  plan  no  discord  entereth, 
No  darkness  holdeth  sway. 
Thou  art  the  one  Paternity  ; 
Yea,  more,  as  Love's  eternal  Self, 
Thou  art  the  Mother,  tender,  pure. 

Thou  art  the  Everlasting  Right ; 
The  Eternal  Day,  that  knows  no  night  ; 
The  Good,  that  giveth  only  Light ; 
The  Truth,  which  is  the  only  Might ; 
The  Purity,  that  knows  no  dross  ; 
The  Soul,  that  never  knoweth  loss  ; 


The  Unseen  Fount,  that  ever  springs 
Within  the  heart  of  men,  and  things, 
To  keep  them  sweet  and  pure. 

Thou  art  of  all  the  Principle  : 

As  Mind,  no  matter  knowing  ; 

As  Love,  no  discord  sowing  ; 

As  Perfect  God,  no  evil  seeth. 

And  from  Thy  might  all  terror  fleeth, 

All  sin  doth  fade  from  view. 

Thou  dost,  in  truth,  make  all  things  new, 

For  Thou  art  All  in  All, 

Our  Father  everlasting. 

By  Thee  are  all  things  ruled  ; 

By  Thee  are  all  thoughts  schooled  ; 

From  Thee  comes  only  good. 

And  in  Thy  blessed  Motherhood 

The  weary  sons  of  earth  shall  rest, 

And  find  the  peace  that  man  loves  best  : 

That  rest  which  Love  alone  can  give, 

And,  giving,  makes  Her  children  live 

To  walk  in  pastures  green. 


id. 


A   PRAYER 

OH,  make  me  childlike,  make  me  glad 
As  the  joyous  brooklet,  never  sad. 
Oh,  let  my  feet  love's  errands  run, 
From  early  morn  till  setting  sun. 

Oh,  make  me  trusting,  guileless,  pure, 
And  let  my  path  be  straight  and  sure. 
Then,  as  a  little  child  in  heart, 
Will  come  to  me  Life's  better  part. 


ANSWERED    PRAYER 

I  AM  weary,  Father,  weary, 
And  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ; 
For  the  way  is  long  and  dreary, 
Fraught  with  fear  and  bitter  test. 

I  am  longing,  Father,  longing, 
For  the  peace  of  Thy  dear  love  ; 

And  I  wait  the  joyous  dawning 
Of  the  glory  from  above. 

I  am  nestling,  Father,  nestling, 
Safe  within  Thy  loving  care. 

As  a  little  child  I'm  clinging, 
And  Thy  love  heals  my  despair. 

I  am  singing,  Father,  singing, 
For  Thou  my  prayer  hast  heard ; 

And  my  joyous  song  is  ringing 
Like  the  free  notes  of  a  bird. 

I  am  thankful,  Father,  thankful, 
For  Thy  Mother-love  divine  ; 

And  my  heart  is  ever  grateful 
For  its  harmony  sublime. 


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REAL   GLORY 

LOVE  knows  no  cross — 
The  glory  of  a  spotless  life 
Outshines  the  darkness  of  Gethsemane ; 
And  o'er  life's  cross-crested  hills, 
As  with  ancient  Calvary, 
Shines  the  sunset  glory  of  a  life  well  lived, 
Which,  while  telling  that  the  twilight  cometh, 
Speaks  also,  in  finer  tone, 
Of  the  New  Day  coming, 
Robed  in  glory  all  its  own. 
No  night  is  there,  no  portal 
But  the  door  of  Life, 
Whose  arch  and  keystone, 
Strong  and  firm,  are  fashioned 
As  the  gates  of  brass — 
Of  Purity  and  Love. 


FRIENDSHIP 

SWEET  friendship,  joy  of  hearts  made  white, 
Pure  prelude  of  the  Life  divine, 
Thy  sacred  hallways  we  would  tread  ; 
And  in  thy  Temple  Pure  of  Love 
Would  dwell  in  that  security 
Which  trust  and  faith  alone  can  give, 
And,  giving,  make  the  life  we  live 
At  once  divine  and  sanctified. 


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LOVE'S  NOBILITY 

LOVE  measures  not  by  standards  human, 
But  gives  Her  best  to  Spirit's  freemen  ; 
She  shares  Her  glory  with  the  pure  in  heart, 
And,  to  all  lives  in  captivity, 
She  leads  a  manly  angel,  or  a  woman  pure, 
Into  that  inner  court  of  Purity 
Possessed  in  sacred  isolation  by  all  truly  noble  ; 
And,  as  a  Guardian  Angel  tender,  there  leaves  the 

visitant  and  visited 
To  learn  the  grandeur  and  soul-peace  of  love 

reciprocated. 


SECURITY 

IN  the  land  of  Fond  Hope, 
Where  wishes  are  stars, 
Where  trust  has  full  scope, 
And  longing  its  Mars — 

'Tis  there  I  would  dwell, 
Secure  from  all  fear, 

For  Love  says  all's  well 
And  Day- dawn  is  near. 


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FEAR  NOT,  TRUST,  AND  BE 
UNDISMAYED 

EACH  lite  has  its  silent  sorrow  ; 
All  grief  its  bright  to-morrow  ; 
Each  home  its  unseen,  heavy  cross  ; 
Each  heart  itr.  plenty,  after  loss  ; 
Each  day  its  promise  rich. 

Then  rise,  mv  heart,  to  levels  high  ! 
Though  days  seem  dark,  thy  God  is  nigh 
His  brooding  love  is  over  all, 
And,  held  by  Him,  I  cannot  fall. 

Then  to  the  winds  I  cast  my  fears, 
And,  looking  to  the  eternal  years, 
I  leave  the  dreamland  of  the  past, 
And,  rising  heavenward,  sure  and  fast, 
To  heights  of  sinlessness  attain, 
And  thus  mv  Paradise  regain. 


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BE   FEARLESS 

IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
VjRise  in  thy  conscious  strength  ; 
The  mountain  heights  of  Love  are  thine— 
There  thou  can'st  hear  the  Song  divine, 
The  Song  that  to  thy  heart  brings  peace, 
And  from  all  fear  the  mind's  release. 
The  Courage  Song  whose  measures  bind 
The  ills  we  fear,  which  never  come, 
And  leads  us  to  the  portal  bright 
Where,  safe  within  the  eternal  Light, 
We  dwell  in  sweet  repose. 


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ON   THE    HEIGHTS 

ON  heights  of  thought  the  soul  doth  scan 
The  glories  of  The  Eternal's  plan  ; 
And  inspiration,  deep  and  pure, 
Springs  forth  to  make  all  joy  secure. 

On  heights  of  Love  the  soul  doth  find 
That  all  in  Life  begets  its  kind  ; 
That  every  heart  can  chant  a  song, 
And,  chanting  always,  joy  prolong. 


EVENING  COMMUNION 

WHEN  day  is  done, 
And  the  setting  sun 
Its  glory  sheds  o'  er  all, 
'Tis  then  my  heart, 
From  sense  apart, 
Doth  on  Thy  Spirit  call. 

And  Thou  its  call  doth  hear, 

For  Love  is  ever  near. 

In  song  of  bird, 

In  woodland's  peace, 

In  silence  deep,  and  sweet  release, 

In  nature's  whole — I  see  Thy  face  ; 

In  ocean's  calm  Thy  love  I  trace, 

In  all  things  see  Thy  hand. 


ONE   LOVE 

BUT  one  love  is  ; 
All  else  is  false  ; 
One  universal  Nature  rules 
This  and  all  worlds, 
As  one  vast  universe. 

But  one  real  passion  is  ; 
All  else  is  naught ; 
One  instinct  governs  man, 
And  rules  all  life  in  purity, 
Through  Love's  eternal  plan. 

But  one  real  freedom  is; 

Born  of  the  all-knowing  soul, 

No  license  doth  it  know. 

A  law  unto  itself, 

It  governs  man 

In  righteousness  and  peace ; 

It  brings  to  slaves  release  ; 

It  gives  the  passion  of  One  Soul  ; 

Reveals  perfection  as  man's  goal, 

And  maketh  one,  in  Truth  and  Love, 

Creation's  one  great  host. 


HEARTS   THAT   ARE    PURE 

O HEARTS  that  are  pure, 
To  thy  attuned  ear 
The  first  faint  tones 
Of  the  celestial  music 
Come  on  angel  wing, 
To  tell  thee  of  the  peace  to  be  ; 
To  thy  childlike  self, 
The  glory  of  the  Lamb 
Reveals  the  bridal  of  the  chaste 
To  the  all-caring  God, 
Whose  nature,  full  apart 
From  time  and  sense, 
Encircles  thee  and  thine 
In  eternal  Love  divine, 
And  gives  to  each  idea 
Life  and  Heaven,  now,  and  here. 


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I   WAIT   THY   TIME 

I  WAIT  Thy  time  ; 
My  will  is  Thine, 
To  mould  and  make  Thine  own  ; 
I  calm  my  human  discontent, 
Reclaim  the  idle  moments  spent 
In  vain  attempts  to  make  my  own 
The  cherished  thing  that  Love  has  showc 
Awaits  my  life  in  future  time, 
If  I  but  blend  my  will  with  Thine. 


SING  YE  A  GLAD  SONG 
(CHRISTMAS  ANTHEM) 

A3JSE  and  sing,  ye  lovers  of  the  Truth, 
For  once  again  we  join  in  praise 
To  Him  who  knows  no  end  of  days  ; 
To  Love's  encircling  Motherhood  ; 
The  God  for  whom  the  Prophets  stood  ; 
The  Giver  of  all  good. 

The  lowly  Christ-child  humbly  born, 
Upon  that  distant  Christmas  morn, 
Anew  within  our  hearts  doth  live, 
And  bids  us  to  the  Father  give 
Our  lives,  as  He  gave  His. 

Sing  loud,  ye  hosts  of  earth, 
This  gladsome  Christmas-time, 
For  Christ  is  here;  His  message  bear 
To  homes  and  hearts  that  need  His  peace  ; 
Go  bid  the  anxious  thought  to  cease  ; 
Go  heal  the  sick,  and  free  the  bound, 
Till  sounds  of  joy  from  all  lips  sound  : 
Thus  ye  shall  make  His  Christmas-tide 
Forever  in  your  hearts  abide, 
The  anthem  of  your  soul. 
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THE  MIGHT  OF  RIGHT 

OH,  why  are  ye  fearful,  ye  men  of  brave  heart? 
Know  ye  not  that  Right  wins  if  ye  do  but 

your  part? 

'Tis  cowards  that  falter  when  all  is  but  won, 
While  the  true  man  moves  onward  and  hears  the 

"well  done." 
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Oh,  why  are  ye  restless,  ye  men  of  high  aim  ? 

Know  ye  not  that  Truth's  Might  is  ever  the  same  ? 
And  why  have  ye  doubts  of  the  future  of  life, 
When  ye  witness  how  Love  brings  the  death  of 
all  strife? 

Take  courage,  look  upward,  the  pure  shall  prevail; 
Know  deeds  born  of  Good  no  wrong  can  assail. 
The  Ethics  of  Christ  shall  at  last  rule  the  world, 
And  o'er  every  nation  Love's  flag  be  unfurled. 

For  Right  is  still  Might,  and  God  is  still  Love  ; 
And  over  earth's  discords  His  voice  sounds  above 
In  tones  that  will  comfort,  and  heal,  and  renew, 
The  hearts  that  have  yearned,  like  fields,  for  the 
dew. 

Then  shout  the  glad  song  of  Triumph  and  Peace  ; 
The  long  night  is  ended,  its  errors  now  cease. 
The  Soul-light  of  Mercy,  and  Justice,  and  Right, 
Shall  free  all  the  nations  that  walk  in  this  Light. 

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THERE    REMAINETH   A   SABBATH 
REST 

IT  is  when  human  discords  cease, 
That  longing  hearts  find  sweet  release  ; 
'Tis  then  with  soaring-upward  wing 
They  mount,  and  with  Love's  angels  sing 
The  Song  of  Soul,  the  Lamb's  glad  Song, 
The  Symphony  that  conquers  wrong, 
And  heralds  Christ's  great  reign 
Of  peace  on  earth  to  man. 

It  is  when  earthly  shadows  flee, 

That  hungering  hearts  their  Saviour  see  ; 

'Tis  then  they  find  the  vision  bright, 

And  through  Truth's  portal  see  the  Light ; 

They  leave  the  dreamland  of  the  past, 

Where  mists  of  sense  fall  thick  and  fast, 

And  rise  to  higher  things 

That  mark  the  perfect  man. 

It  is  when  Good  rules  everywhere, 
That  men  know  God's  all-loving  care  ; 
'Tis  then  the  maddening  rush  is  stilled, 
And  homes  and  hearts  with  peace  are  filled ; 
Then  comes  the  day  of  Brotherhood, 
And  Love's  encircling  Motherhood, 
Which  makes  as  one  all  men 
In  one  great  family. 

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And  is  this  Sabbath  very  nigh  ? 
This  time  of  rest  for  which  men  sigh  ? 
And  can  we  hope  in  love  to  dwell 
While  wars  and  wrongs  their  stories  tell  ? 
Can  God  be  now  our  sure  defence  ? 
And  can  we  trust  His  providence 
To  loose  the  chains  of  sin, 
And  free  earth's  struggling  sons? 

This  Sabbath,  with  its  blessedness, 
Is  here  to  all  who  onward  press 
Above  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
And  see  in  Mind's  omnipotence 
The  balm  for  every  ill  of  life, 
The  Might  that  conquers  earthly  strife, 
And  ushers  in  the  Spirit's  calm, 
That  heals  and  quickens  all. 


THE  END  IS  LIGHT 

THERE  are  clouds  that  hide  earth's  landscape 
That  shut  from  sight  the  sun  ; 
The  dull  gray  mists  of  human  wrong 

That  hide  the  Eternal  One. 
They  rise  from  out  the  valleys, 

They  climb  the  mountains  steep, 
They  make  earth's  wanderers  lose  their  way, 
Make  pitfalls  for  their  feet. 

There  are  questions  in  Life's  problem 

Which  all  must  some  day  solve  ; 
Deep  Truths  that  must  be  mastered 

By  courage  and  resolve. 
They  unfold  not  to  finite  sense, 

Nor  erring  human  will, 
But  ever  to  the  pure  in  heart 

They  come,  and  make  all  still. 

There  are  currents  in  Life's  ocean, 

Whose  courses  heavenward  run  ; 
Sure  guides  if  we  but  follow  them, 

And  by  them  dangers  shun. 
No  sound  their  onward  movement  makes, 

Deep  stillness  is  their  way  ; 
They  flow  from  earth  to  heaven  above  ; 

^heir  end — Eternal  Day. 

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There  are  battles  fought  in  silence, 

That  outward  sense  knows  not  ; 
Great  conflicts  with  old  systems 

That  Truth  shall  bring  to  naught. 
No  clash  of  arms  nor  trumpet  sounds 

The  progress  of  this  war, 
For  thought  the  only  weapon  is, 

Love's  peace  the  only  Law. 

Some  day  all  clouds  shall  vanish, 

All  battles  will  be  won  ; 
The  questions  of  our  lives  be  solved, 

All  currents  Godward  run. 
We  then  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 

For  all  shall  perfect  be, 
Within  the  Heavenly  City, 

Beside  Life's  tideless  sea. 

Within  this  Holy  City 

No  wrong  can  enter  in ; 
The  ransomed  are  its  people, 

And  this  the  song  they  sing : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest, 

Glad  praises  to  our  King  ; 
Life's  ever  victor  over  death, 

And  Love  doth  Victory  bring. 


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